( PASILYO ! ) 🌷 ² ˚ ༘ fluff

୨୧ ‧ megumi kept a plethora of secrets close to his heart, some of which were contained within his eraser.

in the hushed world of rustling papers and whispered secrets, fushiguro megumi found solace in the dance of sunlight streaming through the classroom windows. as they settled into a seat towards the back, the aura of anticipation hung thick, mingling with the delicate notes of uncertainty.

“hey megumi, can i borrow your eraser?”

unfortunately, his peace was sharply broken by his beloved seat partner.

the question was a simple one, yet it caused sweat to precipitate from his forehead.

after all, amongst the gallery of faces megumi saw daily, one stood as a portrait of remembrance—y/n l/n. her presence, a bright sonnet in the midst of cacophony, captivated megumi’s gaze. he wasn’t quite what it was about her, but perhaps it was her alluring personality that seemed to draw everyone in, or the sweet tone of her voice, maybe even the way her kindness shone down on even the worst people. a shining silhouette against the mundane backdrop of his life, y/n’s eyes held a secret language that beckoned megumi deeper and deeper into her being.

“i… don’t have an eraser…” megumi muttered under his breath, hoping y/n would just shrug her shoulders and ask someone else.

but in all his years of being infatuated with knowing her, megumi knew that she was often unrelenting.

“oh, come on! i can see it right there.” she giggled underneath her hand, her other perfectly polished finger pointed towards the eraser that sat on megumi’s desk. “why don’t you want me to borrow it?”

“it’s not that- i just, um, well…”

megumi couldn’t tell her the real reason, he would never live it down. but what other reason was there to tell? what reason could he come up with for not wanting to let her borrow an eraser- the most insignificant of utensils?

the typically stoic boy felt a thunder within his heart as he gazed upon the item of his affection. as his eyes stayed trained on her ethereal figure, megumi felt his lips twitch upwards. he wanted to tell her the deep emotions that swirled inside his soul, the ones he had buried for so long. but he couldn’t. for he was too much of a coward to be vulnerable with others.

“yes?” y/n inquired, raising an eyebrow on anticipation.

ever so nosy as always.

but that was one feature that megumi adored.

she was so precious to him, after all.

“um,” megumi paused as he racked his brain for excuses, “i-it doesn’t work. i’ll get you a different one.”

before y/n could respond, megumi had run out the door to get to his locker.

she was so precious to him that megumi would do anything to keep their sacred bond.

“why did megumi just run outside of the classroom?” miwa’s voice rang through y/n’s ears as she approached her friend from her posterior side.

a smile creeped up her face in pure adoration. “he’s getting me an eraser! the one on his desk doesn’t work.”

miwa let out a chortle in disbelief- was her friend that oblivious? “it’s an eraser, y/n. of course it works!”

the blue haired girl’s hands reached out to take the eraser that laid on megumi’s desk, despite y/n’s protests of invading his privacy, and rubbed it against the pencil stains on her paper. sure enough, the restored whiteness revealed that the eraser in fact did work.

“see!” miwa said, proving her point.

the confused girl stood in the midst of swirling thoughts, her eyes reflecting uncertainty, lost in a labyrinth of confusion as she tried to make sense of the tangled emotions within. “but… why did he lie about it to me?”

it seemed as though a puzzle piece clicked within her brain, as miwa let out a girly giggle. “you know, there’s an old myth that if you write your crush’s name on an eraser and you use the whole thing then they’ll reciprocate your feelings! it was in that one show, ‘teasing master takagi san’!”

within the sacred space of learning, where whispers of knowledge and dreams collided, y/n found herself gaining new realizations. the classroom exhaled a quiet breath, each creak and shuffle composing a delicate prelude to the unknown.

“and i mean… the eraser is basically 75% used up.” miwa continued.

the two girls looked down at the rubber as y/n slowly peeled away the plastic that separated her from the truth of megumi’s feelings.

“which means that…” y/n continued.

sure enough there it was, her name was hidden under the plastic wrapping of his eraser.

( SHES JUST A LOOKALIKE ) 🪞 ² ˚ ༘ fluff + angst

୨୧ ‧ gojo couldn’t help but find traces of you sprinkled throughout the universe. nothing compares to the real you.

the moment your eyes laid upon her figure, you knew that she was just a lookalike.

beneath the canopy of time's silent gaze, the school courtyard laid waste to the test of time, a sacred script of whispered tales and fleeting moments. in this hallowed realm of echoes, you stood.

all her distinguishable characteristics were almost eerily a replica of your very own— from the way her physical features resembled yours to the way her mannerisms were very similar. the way she would hit her knee when she laughed, the way her eyes wandered whenever he was talking, even the way she zoned out and picked at her fingernails.

you felt as though you were gazing upon your own reflection in a one way mirror.

as destiny poised its quill, you, the unwilling muse to gojo’s romantic fantasies, saw the narrative taking shape, your heart attuned to the delicate rhythms of anticipation. the stage was set for the echoes of resemblance would pose a pattern for one white haired male.

the thought made you lightheartedly giggle. of course, it hurt to see the man you loved with a lookalike of you. seemingly a mirror of his past, it was almost as if he had attempted to replace you.

despite the cockiness that rang, the resemblance was ever so uncanny. every aspect that gojo claimed was ‘unique’ about you was represented in her own appearance.

geto had said it himself. gojo was trying to find traces of you in someone else.

and none of this was her fault. if anything, you felt bad for his current girlfriend. gojo was charismatic and charming, and you didn’t blame her for falling for him. gojo was the only one to take blame for the unfortunate circumstances.

you never wanted to end things in the first place. but gojo did because you two weren’t ‘working out’… perhaps it was something that you did wrong, or perhaps he had just fallen out of love. the idea went past you, whatever it was. as much as you attempted to wrap your head around his motivations, you could never quite pinpoint just what you did wrong.

you shook off your thoughts and let your gaze wander back to the couple, when you noticed gojo looking at you as well. it was the first time in months that the two of you had made proper eye contact, and you felt your heart drop.

he had this almost woeful look in his eyes as you two had a staredown across your college campus. a seldom glance he sent across the courtyard conveyed every emotion you needed to know. his girlfriend, who was previously talking, noticed that gojo wasn’t quite paying attention to her. she turned her head to see where he was looking which was when she spotted you.

of course, she knew all about you. gojo couldn’t stop himself from talking about you after all.

you were gojo’s first love. at family gatherings, you were the one his family would bring up before he had to remind them that you were gone.

how deeply upsetting it was for her to see the disappointment written across their faces once they realized who he had picked after you.

she knew that she was just your lookalike, and it was a matter of time before gojo would come to his senses and attempt to get you back.

you made eye contact with her and gave her a soft smile. almost as if to say ‘i’m sorry.’

she knew you had nothing to apologize for. it wasn’t your fault that gojo didn’t know how to cope with his own feelings. it was his own fault for that, but it was her fault for dating gojo while knowing that he didn’t truly love her. she was willing to go through that pain just for him.

but seeing how y/n and gojo looked at each other and the love that filled their eyes, she knew that she couldn’t compare.

she was on the outside of your story.

amidst the rustling leaves, her voice reached gojo, a fragile melody woven with a tinge of melancholy. "some stories," she mused, "unfold in the shadows of familiarity, don't they, satoru?"

eyes staring blankly, a silent and unspoken confession made its way to gojo’s ears. he didn’t need to ask what she had meant by that.

everyone knew that she was just your lookalike, even gojo.

“don’t lose her a second time.”

that was all she said, before standing up to walk away. no more words had to be said. gojo knew why she was walking away— because she was breaking up with him.

“for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.” gojo let out before his (now ex) girlfriend could leave.

“if you were sorry you wouldn’t have dated me with someone else in mind.” the girl stopped in her tracks, and turned around. a ghost of a smile graced her lips. her carefree shattered like fragile glass. “i’ve felt it all along—this charade we're living. it’s your past you're holding onto, not me.”

that was it. that was the end of their relationship. no tears, no yelling, just silence.

but she was right. gojo should’ve just faced his own feelings and not dragged someone else into his mess. all he could think about at that moment was the way you stood there under the light looking so ethereal, and he had made up his mind about one thing.

“hey y/n,”

your eyes trailed upwards to meet the face of the man who had consumed all of your mental space in the past year, the man who made you feel like a lovesick teenager. the same man who seemed as though he could never get rid of you.

a smile quirked its way to your features.

“so… i guess my best attempt at getting a replacement fell short, nothing compares to the real deal. how about we skip the charades and grab coffee sometime?”

a silent song rang across the courtyard, singing lyrics of a love that was always meant to be.

( LOVE LETTER 2 U ! ) 💌 ² ˚ ༘ fluff

୨୧ ‧ megumi didn’t think he was anything special, not until he received a carefully written love letter just for him <3

like petals unfurling at dawn, my love for you blossoms as each waking day arises.

there’s something so enchanting about being in love, don’t you agree?

i like to believe it gives people a deeper understanding of themselves and their emotions. most people i have seen turn poetic and elegiac when talking about the one they love, which i never quite understood until i fell in love myself. after all, how much can one change just because of another person? the thought had always seemed silly to me.

but if someone were to ask me to describe my feelings for you, i guess i would be a victim of just that.

loving you is a rather unpredictable experience. at times, you make me feel like the happiest person on earth. i get so giddy and whimsical just being around your presence, because you’re the most ethereal person. however, there are times when i’m worried you won’t burn for me the way i do for you. do you feel a fire light up in your soul whenever you see me?

my dearest, your presence is the melody that dances through the corridors of my heart. in the realm of moonlit whispers and star-kissed dreams, your love blooms in the garden of my soul, a symphony of sounds that show we coexist under the same sky. in every heartbeat, i find the rhythm of our connection, a serenade that weaves its way throughout our world. together, we compose a timeless sonnet of boundless affection.

i need to confess… i’ve loved you from the start ♡

a faint blush overtook her features and sat mockingly on her cheeks, as if it waited to expose her inner feelings. she could barely feel the heat that radiated off it, everything in sync with the fast beating of her heart. the inconsistent rise and fall of her chest was synonymous the turmoil she felt deep inside.

her widened eyes held nothing less than affection for the boy who stood in front of her, as his eyes scanned the ivory paper in his hands.

fushiguro megumi, the one who had captured her heart with such grace.

it almost seemed silly, how much the boy had managed to enrapture ever fiber of her soul. after all— they hardly knew each other. she was astonished to find out that he had even known her name.

“this is a love letter?” megumi inquired, an inquisitive eyebrow raised almost as if to think it was silly. “for me?”

y/n’s head bobbed up and down in nervousness. she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was speaking to megumi. “yes! i know we don’t know each other well and you probably don’t like me like that, but i just-!”

“why… me?” y/n put a hold on her rambling to scan her eyes over to megumi, who had his eyeline focused on the letter in his hands.

y/n quirked her head to the side. “why not you?” the question was silly to her. “you probably think people don’t notice you, but they do. i do. i've always admired you, megumi.”

like delicate petals falling from a sakura painted sky, y/n was a blessing that had graced the earth- at least, in megumi’s eyes. he never considered he was anything special, and opted to just live his life as it passed him by. however with just one letter, y/n seemed to reweave the tapestry of his existence. the page, filled with words of love and heartfelt serenades, seemed to hold megumi’s heart within its grasp- and y/n was at the forefront of it all.

“but,” y/n began to speak again when she noticed megumi deep in thought. “you don’t need to like me back. i just wanted to let you know how i feel!”

a sad smile graced her face, and megumi hated being the cause of it.

“let’s get lunch.” megumi roughy stated without thinking, before correcting himself. “i meant, um, let’s get lunch together.” he couldn’t stop the blush the threatened its way up to his face, nor the fast pace of his heart.

with hushed tones and soft smiles, y/n and megumi began their way towards the lunch room. the air was adorned with the subtle symphony of love as their hearts synchronized. amidst the delicate cadence, the world melted into the background, leaving only the warmth of companionship and the promise of countless conversations yet to unfold.

it was the beginning of a perfect love.

JAY 01. 🎤﹕ꕤ﹔ NEED YOU NOW !

⌇＃GENRE ◠ ﹒ glee au + fluff + angst + love triangle + jake is a bad bf sry＃PAIRING ◠﹒jay x fem! reader x slight jake＃WARNINGS ◠﹒ermmm toxic relationship

JAY 01. 🎤﹕ꕤ﹔ NEED YOU NOW !

⌇＃GENRE ◠ ﹒ glee au + fluff + angst + love triangle + jake is a bad bf sry＃PAIRING ◠﹒jay x fem! reader x slight jake＃WARNINGS ◠﹒ermmm toxic relationship

JAY 01. 🎤﹕ꕤ﹔ NEED YOU NOW !

⌇＃GENRE ◠ ﹒ glee au + fluff + angst + love triangle + jake is a bad bf sry＃PAIRING ◠﹒jay x fem! reader x slight jake＃WARNINGS ◠﹒ermmm toxic relationship